Change, shitI guess change is good for any of usWhatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hoodShit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at chaGot nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a whileI'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?Cause I ain't mad at chaHeard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust[Danny Boy] I ain't...Givin a motherfucker, hehehehehehYeah, niggaz[Danny Boy] ...mad at chaCause I ain't mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kindQuick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rollerGot stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swollMember when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learnOn the block, witcha glock, trippin off shermCollect calls to the till, sayin how ya changedOh you a Muslim now, no more dope gameHeard you might be comin home, just got bailWanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tailI seems I lost my little homie he's a changed manHit the pen and now no sinnin is the game planWhen I talk about money all you see is the struggleWhen I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's troubleCongratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife knowShe got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitinI know we grew apart, you probably don't rememberI used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in herAnd I can see us after school, we'd BOMBon the first motherfucker with the wrong shit onNow the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick itGot a big money scheme, and you ain't even with itHmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker badGo toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backAnd I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at chaYou tryin hard to maintain, then go headcause I ain't mad at cha(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 2Pac

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozensWhole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn'tUsed to catch us on the roof or behind the stairsI'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we sharedBesides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mindIn time we learned to live a life of crimeRewind us back, to a time was much too young to knowI caught a felony lovin the way the guns blowAnd even though we seperated, you said that you'd waitDon't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up stateI kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyesSaid I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrivedDon't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy hereI'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple yearsThey got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backsin my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"As soon as I touch downI told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked downThe homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at chaCause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Verse Three: 2Pac

Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin nowBitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin downHe went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rockWent from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the blockHe's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a keyMost hated by enemy, escape in the LuxurySee, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is madeNow we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger daysSo full of pain while the weapons blazeGettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better daysCause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blazeYou'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger daysSo many changed on me, so many tried to plotThat I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?Til God return me to my essenceCause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescentSo many questions, and they ask me if I'm still downI moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at chaYou niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at chaI ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)I ain't, mad at cha, nooooI ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh